the covered woman
longs to uncover the world
of the scantily clad
between the leaves
fate plays a game
pleasure, pain
dilapidated door
the sun yet never
misses its entrance
late into spring
bluebells still straining
to look their best
the right crispness
her bread to start
each new day
house's little corner
the presents mom taught us
to give loved ones
after the rain
droplets on leaves
our first encounter
scaling the hill with son
the pleasure to have him
hit the summit first
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